"Where the hell is Cesar?"

Jake Weiker stalked through the back of the store toward the lumber yard. He had a big order to fill and he wasn't going to do it alone.

"I think he went on break," Sally said, nodding toward the back exit.

He was always going on break, Jake was thinking, knowing it was hyperbole. Cesar Tronco was his best associate. Well, his only one now, but they made a good team and Cesar had suggested to Jake that he should ask Bill for a raise instead of filling the second associate position.

"You and me, we can handle it by ourselves," he had petitioned. "Don, all he did was stand around and supervise," he had said, referring to Jake's predecessor.

Cesar liked Jake. He had kept himself in good shape for an older guy and actually enjoyed the physical labor almost as much as Cesar did. But Cesar knew a lot more than Jake ever would and was still bitter about being passed over for the leader role.

Jake found Cesar where he expected: back of the yard behind the two-by-tens. He could smell the weed. Cesar often took smoke breaks. Jake didn't mind; it was legal here in Colorado, though it was against company policy. But it didn't affect his work. If anything, it helped him keep his positive attitude. Cesar often invited Jake, but Jake had quit thirty years ago when he joined the Air Force.

Cesar was standing, facing the fence, and turned at the sound of Jake's boots on the gravel. He had been taking a piss on the weeds beyond the fence and was just shaking the last drops off the foreskin of his long, thick cock. "Hey, boss," he said as he tucked his cock away and zipped up.

The glimpse of cock-flesh took Jake by surprise. It was unexpected; it had never happened before. But it was also disturbing; Jake had what you'd have to call an emotional reaction. It puzzled him, this sudden interest. Was it just the prodigious size of the organ? Or was it the way Cesar had to almost wrestle with it to fit it into his pants? Jake only knew that he wanted to see more of it.

Later, he would replay the scene in his mind and imagine getting a real close look. He wanted to touch it. He lay in bed that night beside his sleeping wife and fantasized, letting his imagination flow and feeling his dick swell and throb.

It was weird. Because he felt different around Cesar now. He had never considered Cesar's feelings before; he just told him what to do. But now Jake found himself wanting Cesar to like him. He couldn't help thinking about that big cock. Maybe, if they were friends, Cesar would let him see it? Or maybe even touch it!

Those fantasies of Jake's were becoming increasingly frequent and distinctly gay, Jake decided, so he suppressed them. He determined to revive some sexuality in his marriage, but Maribeth really wasn't interested.

They had sex one night later that week, but it hadn't been very satisfying. Maribeth got impatient with his foreplay and then just lay there under him as he fucked her with diminishing ardor until he finally made himself cum by picturing Cesar offering his cock to suck.

No way was he a cocksucker! So, once again, he resolved to stop thinking about it altogether. Until the day everything changed. Cesar was going on break. "Hey, boss, I'm going for a smoke. Wanna come?"

And this time Jake said, "Sure." He followed Cesar out to the back of the yard, to the secluded spot sheltered by tall stacks of lumber. They sat side by side on a protruding shelf of two-by-twelves.

Cesar lit up a joint, took a deep toke, and handed it to Jake. They passed it back and forth several times before Jake started to feel the effects coming on and refused, remembering how long it took sometimes to take full effect.

Cesar took a couple more tokes before he extinguished the joint and put it away in his pocket. Jake watched the way the smoke curled around Cesar's head in the hot, windless air. He was definitely buzzed.

He also noticed how Cesar's chest expanded, held, and then relaxed as he exhaled. His eyes wandered down to the bulge in Cesar's jeans. He unconsciously licked his lips. He felt his own cock stir. He felt the marijuana high, still familiar after so many years. It reminded him of his teenage years; how he used to masturbate whenever he got high alone.

Cesar must have been feeling something similar, because he said, "The only downside to this is how horny it makes me." He laughed as he checked Jake's reaction. Jake looked stoned. He was staring at Cesar's crotch.

Cesar grinned. He grabbed his bulge; it had grown, extending visibly down his left pantleg. "Real horny. Especially lately. My wife is having trouble with her pregnancy, and we've had to lay off for a while." He was sliding his hand up and down the whole length of the shape in his jeans.

Jake was mesmerized. Stoned and aroused, he watched; his eyes followed Cesar's hand, just inches away, as it slid over the denim-covered shaft. He wanted to feel it. He groped his own bulge instead and moaned.

"Yeah. I forgot about that," he said, rearranging his stiffening cock. His eyes remained fixed on Cesar's bulge as he squeezed his own. Cesar noticed that he licked his lips again.

"Hey, man," Cesar said, getting to his feet, "You don't mind if I just relieve the pressure, do you?" He opened his fly and started reeling out his stiffening hose. "Why don't you join me?" He stood, legs spread a little, with his huge, hard cock standing straight at a forty-five-degree angle.

Jake stared at the magnificent tool in wonder. "Oh," he said, surprise having rendered him quite inarticulate. "I, uh... I've never..." Cesar's foreskin was pulled back, revealing a well-shaped helmet oozing a teardrop of shiny precum.

Cesar laughed and slid his foreskin back along the length of his thick shaft. "What, you've never jacked off?" He evidently thought that was hilarious, because he burst into a fit of giggles, grinning ear to ear.

Giggles are highly contagious under certain conditions, and Jake's condition was ripe. It was funny, the idea of never having masturbated. When Jake managed to quell his giggling fit, he said, "Not with other dudes!" And that made him laugh again.

"Never had a circle jerk?" Cesar said, stroking faster. "We used to do it all the time."

"Was that in Mexico?" Jake asked. Who did that? he wondered. It sounded so alien.

Cesar laughed even louder. "No, man, I grew up in New Jersey!"

And Jake laughed too. He was still sitting, rubbing his clothed cock. Cesar noticed that his eyes were still fixed on his cock.

Cesar turned so that he was directly in front of Jake. His cock was practically in Jake's face. "You can watch me if you don't want to join in."

The proximity made Jake nervous. He licked his lips again. He was excited; his nerves were getting jangly. He felt lightheaded.

Cesar was digging Jake's reaction. It made his dick feel even bigger to be admired. That's how it looked to him, like Jake was attracted to it. Cesar had seen that before: guys who wanted his cock.

He brandished it, holding it at the base, showing it off a little, emphasizing its length. Jake's eyes followed its motion, captivated.

"Do you like my cock?" Cesar asked softly.

Jake didn't answer, but his breath caught. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated. His mind was blank, empty save for The Cock. It filled his consciousness, crowding out other thoughts.

Cesar saw it. He didn't think either, but instinctively pressed his advantage. He flexed his hips forward and brushed his cockhead lightly against Jake's lips, leaving a smear of precum.

The touch was electric. Not shocking, but energizing; like a flipped switch, it activated a response in Jake. He licked his lips, quite consciously this time, and tasted Cesar's nectar, slick and salty. It was good! It sparked another reaction. He extended his tongue to taste the broad cockhead, still so near, swiping the tip and swirling underneath, where more precum was collecting.

Cesar took this as an invitation; he pushed his cock forward to Jake's lips, which parted as expected, allowing it entrance to Jake's mouth. Damn, he thought, this feels great!

Jake was surprised to discovered that he was open to the inevitability of having Cesar's cock in his mouth. It hardly seemed real. If not for the physical sensations, the unanticipatedly pleasant texture and flavor of Cesar's thick flesh, it would have been merely a dream, the recurring fantasy.

He tested and tasted the huge thing filling his mouth, afloat somewhere between dream and realty. Until Cesar took Jake's head in his hands and pressed his cock deeper, to the back of his throat and made him gag.

"Oh, sorry, man!" Cesar said, retreating from Jake's sputtering, gasping mouth.

Jake wiped the spittle from his chin with the back of his hand as he reached for Cesar's receding cock. "No, it's okay," he said, touching the cock, running his fingers underneath it and feeling its heat and its rigid girth as he closed his hand around it.

"Just take it slower," he petitioned, pulling the cock back toward him and leaning in to meet it. He wanted it back in his mouth.

Cesar relaxed and, smiling contentedly, allowed Jake to control the management of what was beginning to look like a genuine blowjob. It had been years since Cesar had been blown by a guy. He grunted encouragingly as Jake began sucking in earnest while he used both hands on the two-thirds of the shaft that didn't fit in his mouth.

Jake was in a new place. Totally focused on the sucking and the sensations in his mouth, he was almost unaware of the pinching tightness in his pants and the fierce straining of his own cock. It was background. Like the soundtrack of a dramatic movie, it subconsciously colored and influenced his reaction. But his conscious mind was focused on the cock, and the sucking, and the delicious flow of precum, and on the stroking, the girth, the warm rigid length of shaft, the smooth glide of the foreskin, and the stretching of his jaws, as he worked the big juicy knob in his hungry maw, sucking, making juice, and swallowing it.

He wanted more! A mouthful wasn't enough. He moved his head, sliding his lips up the shaft, feeling the head press against his gagging place. He eased off and tried again. He liked the tension in his throat when he did that. The almost-pain was exciting, especially as he developed a rhythm, pushing a little harder, a little deeper with each beat. He began to relax his throat, willing the cock to go deeper. It went deeper and deeper, and he didn't gag.

He was getting almost half of Cesar's length into his cocksucking mouth now. No use denying it. He was a cocksucker now. He wanted this, a cock in his mouth, sucking it. And he wanted to be good at it. 'Anything worth doing is worth doing well,' his dad always said. He almost giggled when that thought crossed his buzzing brain.

He put his hands around the backs of Cesar's thighs to pull him closer, changing the angle of the cock and allowing him to straighten up. Now he could bob his head and take it deeper. He forced his head down for the breakthrough he sought. He pushed the head right past the constriction point; past the point of caring, he would take whatever pain or discomfort might result. He'd seen videos; he knew what a good blowjob looked like.

His face met Cesar's hairy groin and his chin nudged Cesar's hairy balls and his senses were flooded with Cesar's musky sweat. And he felt Cesar's girth stretching his esophagus. It didn't hurt, it made him proud. He had achieved something significant. He held it there, calmly breathing several breaths through his nose before he began bobbing again, sliding his lips the entire length of that eight-inch shaft, plowing that cockhead in and out of his tight, slick throat.

Cesar closed his eyes and moaned. Jake had never felt so proud. It didn't take long. The two men were united, not only physically, anatomically joined in penile-esophageal union, but also aspirationally, seeking the same goal.

Cesar grasped his boss's balding head in his two strong hands and held it immobile at the deepest point. Pressing his hips forward, he groaned and released his massive load, a series of six powerful blasts of hot, virile cum.

Jake felt the power, the swell of each pulse as it coursed up the long shaft and down his eager throat. Exultant in the victory won, Jake was also, simultaneously, deeply shocked and humiliated by his unmanly behavior. And in some absurd quirk of psychosexual behavior he would never understand, the two emotions, the pride and the shame, combined like alchemical reactants to create a new mentality with not a trace of his facade of male propriety remaining.

He gulped, he swallowed. He felt tremors deep in his psyche and deep in his groin, as quaking pulses impelled his own cum up and out of his constricted cock-shaft, flooding his underwear and producing a big dark area of wetness in the front of his faded jeans.

Cesar, riding his cannabis-cum-post-orgasmic high, was contentedly putting away his spent, slimy serpent, but he wasn't so blissed out that he didn't notice Jake's reaction and his growing wet spot.

"Wow! Look at that!" he exclaimed. "You came in your pants, man! That's amazing! You must really love sucking cock!"

"No!" Jake flinched. "No! I don't... I mean, I've never..." He was confused and afraid. He looked up at Cesar, looking for something. Compassion maybe, or something like absolution.

Cesar laughed. Not derisively. "You're not serious," he began, but changed his tone, seeing Jake's pained expression. "Hey, man, it's cool. I'm not judging you."

"I've never done anything like this before," Jake said. He hung his head. He stared at his cum-stain.

"Seriously?" Cesar wondered aloud. "You sure looked like you knew what you were doing! I mean... That was awesome. Like a pro. I mean no disrespect, Jake. It felt great!"

"Oh shit!" Jake spat. "I can't go back to work like this!" He stared at the still-spreading stain. "I'm going to have to go home and change. Can you tell Bob I'm not feeling well and took off early?"

"Sure, Jake. No problem."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jake came in the next morning feeling extremely self-conscious, but Cesar acted the same, as if nothing had happened. So, with a great sense of relief, Jake was soon able to get into his normal rhythm.

Nevertheless, he couldn't help feeling different towards Cesar. He was grateful that Cesar hadn't made a big deal out of it. And that gratitude compounded the need and attraction he felt toward him. He tried very hard to suppress the sexual aspect of the attraction and to think of it as a friend thing, but the denial was taxing and made him a little nervous when he was around Cesar.

Cesar continued to invite Jake to join him on breaks, but Jake always made an excuse. Jake realized that Cesar understood what was holding him back. Cesar shrugged it off, even though he was eager for a repeat performance. It was a great blowjob and Cesar wondered what else Jake might do.

Cesar noticed that Jake was increasingly deferential to him, asking his advice on how to go about certain tasks and on setting priorities. He surmised that Jake was feeling subordinate somehow. He chuckled over it to himself, thinking maybe that it was a natural outcome of sucking someone's cock.

On a hot afternoon the following week, the two of them were cleaning up the yard and rearranging the lumber after a couple of large orders had depleted some of the stacks.

Jake was asking, "What if we move the four-by-fours over by the fence? Wouldn't that give us room to put all the two-by-fours in one spot?"

Cesar said, "Sure, that makes sense. When is the shipment due?" Usually, the replenishment came the next day. They were almost out of stock on both the two-bys and the four-bys.

"Not until tomorrow. I just put in the order this morning," said Jake, knowing he should have done it the day before.

Cesar shook his head. It always irritated him when things didn't go the way he liked them. Maybe it's time I started asserting myself more, he thought. It was looking more and more that that's what Jake wanted anyway.

He stripped off his shirt. It was going to be hot work. And he wanted to test Jake a little. Jake stopped and stared for a moment. Cesar's hairy chest and muscular arms looked good. Cesar decided right then that he was going to need a blow job later.

"Look, Jake, that area by the fence needs to be cleaned up." There were broken boards and bits of cardboard and metal banding. "Why don't you pick all that up while I get the forklift."

Cesar basically took over. And he made sure to give Jake the hardest and the dirtiest jobs. He was encouraged by the fact that Jake did everything without complaint.

"How's that?" he would ask Cesar when he finished a task.

And Cesar would make sure to praise him for it. "Yeah, that's fine, Jake," or, "Good job."

Only once did he have to quibble. "That's a little sloppy. Can you just straighten that up?" To which Jake replied, "Oh, sure. No problem."

When they finished, a couple of hours had passed. They were hot and sweaty, Jake all the more for having left his shirt on. They used the outdoor water tap at the back of the building to rehydrate and cool their heads.

"Good work there, Jake!" said Cesar. "You definitely earned yourself a break. C'mon, I've got some beer."

Without waiting for a response, Cesar walked off toward employee parking. And Jake followed him. His truck was parked up against the building, well inside the shade made by the roof's lengthening afternoon shadow. Cesar opened the tailgate and pulled out a cooler.

Jake accepted the proffered can. His eyes lingered on Cesar's hairy chest. It was bedewed with twinkling beads of sweat.

Cesar noticed. "Oh," he said, "I left my shirt by the stringers. Would you mind?"

"No prob," Jake said, setting his unopened beer down on the tailgate.

Jake walked briskly to the back of the yard and found the shirt draped over the stack. He picked it up and, feeling the texture of the weave, he unconsciously held it to his nose to take in its scent. It smelled of Cesar, instantly bringing to mind the smell of Cesar's crotch and the sensation of having the man's cock down his throat.

He didn't try to hide his erection when he returned the shirt to Cesar. He wasn't ashamed enough to override his desire. Let him see, he thought, wanting Cesar to know.

Cesar did see; he'd been watching Jake all along. "You like doing things for me, don't you?" he asked, sounding casual.

"Huh? Um, yes, sure," Jake answered, trying to sound casual too, despite his raging boner.

Jake felt Cesar's appraising glance. Did he notice my boner, he wondered. He felt the weight of unspoken desires. He popped the can open and took a swallow.

"Listen, Cesar," he began, "I really appreciate how you handled what happened last week. Not making a big deal about it, I mean."

"You mean the blow job?" Cesar said, happy to talk about it, hoping to do it again.

"I never did anything like that before," Jake said, looking down. There were a few pieces of scattered gravel amidst the dust on the warm blacktop.

"You did it real good." Cesar sensed Jake's anxious vulnerability, so he said nothing more.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't say anything." He looked up.

Cesar was smiling. "What was there to say?"

"Well, I appreciate it, anyway."

"You really never...?" Cesar hadn't believed it at first, but Jake's demeanor was convincing. "Is that why you've been, kind of, I don't know, like avoiding me?"

"It was really embarrassing. And I was afraid you might tell someone." He unconsciously glanced at Cesar's crotch. "But you've been very cool about it."

Cesar chuckled at that. "Hey man, I was just waiting for a chance to do it again!"

Jake colored, looking uncomfortable. "Yeah, well that's the other thing I was afraid of." He looked at Cesar's face and saw easy-going acceptance. "I had a hard time figuring out why it happened, what it means. It kind of freaked me out."

"Well, the offer stands, man," Cesar grinned. "Any time you feel like it..."

"No, please don't. I can't," Jake said. But his eyes followed Cesar's hands as he grasped his bulge.

"You can't?" Cesar was beginning to understand. "Bet you would if I told you to."

Jake quickly drained the last of his Bud Light. "We better get back. I've got paperwork to do and it's almost closing time."

Cesar knocked on the doorway to Jake's office a couple of hours later. It was a meager, windowless room at the back of the store, with barely room for the metal desk, a filing cabinet, and a folding guest chair.

"Still at it?" he asked.

"Nothing that can't wait, Jake replied, glad for the interruption. "What can I do for you?" He secretly smiled at the implication, wanting to serve.

Cesar was already inside, closing the door. "I just locked up. Everybody's gone. How about that blowjob we both know you want?" He didn't need a response. He loosened his belt and opened his fly.

Jake kept his eager smile to himself, although his eyes gave him away. "What makes you think I want a blowjob?"

Cesar's cock was out, hanging loose and swelling, right across the desk from where Jake sat, eyes wide and mouth watering.

"You want my cock, so why don't you just get on your knees and suck it."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Jake asked, his voice soft, his cock hard.

Cesar's cock was growing stiff and straight. He brandished it like a weapon, making Jake weak in the knees. He staggered getting to his feet when Cesar said, "Knees. Now."

They met at the side of the desk, where Jake knelt before the younger man and looked up into his eyes. Cesar held his cock close, away from Jake, and retuned the gaze, inspired by the obsequiousness he observed.

"Ask for it."

"Please?" Jake's excitement was growing to extreme proportions as his submissive fantasy came to life.

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir?"

Cesar, surprised and emboldened by Jake's submissive response, played into that fantasy, adapting it for his own. "Tell me what you want. Say it!" he said, deepening his tone imperiously.

Jake's cock was locked and loaded. He could feel the wetness in his underpants. "May I take out my cock, sir?"

"No. You haven't earned that privilege," was Cesar's response.

Jake refocused. "Please, can I please suck your cock?" That was Jake's main objective.

"I don't know. How bad do you want it?" Cesar waved his wand just inches from Jake's face. He licked his drooling lips.

"Please, Cesar, I need it bad. Please let me suck you off. I need your cock in my mouth."

"You sound like a cocksucker," Cesar said with a note of contempt. "Is that what you are?" He slapped Jake's cheek with his cock. It made a wet smacking sound. "Are you a cocksucker?" He smacked the other cheek. Jake felt the wet spots cooling on his cheeks.

"Yes," Jake said. "Yes!" he repeated, surprised at his eagerness. "I'm a fucking cocksucker!" Then he added, "For you. I'm your cocksucker. Okay?"

"That's more like it!" Cesar said. "As long as we understand each other." He held his cock to Jake's lips. "Kiss it first."

Jake, giddy with lust, kissed the wet face of Cesar's leaking cockhead. The act was humbling; it was a gift of which he was unworthy. He sat back on his heels and admired the big, sturdy cock before him. He licked the smooth, salty residue off his lips before leaning in for long, lingering kiss, this time with tongue.

Cesar looked on with growing heat as Jake took the whole head into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Cesar couldn't feel the precum flowing, but Jake did. It fed his need. And it fueled it.

Jake wanted the cock to possess him. He forced it deep into the back of his throat, stretching his gullet in that exquisite way that brought tears to his eyes and lust to his groin.

Cesar pulled it back. "Not so fast, cocksucker. Take off your clothes first."

"What?" said Jack, surprised.

"Get naked," Cesar said simply. "I'm in charge. You do what I want." He felt the powerful sexual charge of dominance. He liked the way it felt.

Jake was confused. Horny and confused. He wanted that cock. Whatever it took.

"You want my cock, you do what I want. I want you naked." Cesar made it sound simple. "Cocksuckers do what they're told."

Jake didn't think about it. He didn't want to. He simply wanted that cock. He simply got to his feet and stripped off his clothes.

He stood naked in front of Cesar. With his shoes off he was smaller. His six-and-a-half-inch cock was aimed straight at Cesar's big eight-inch, straining as if trying to reach it.

"Knees."

Jake obeyed. Eye-level with his desire, the cock he needed to please.

Cesar stepped forward. Jake reached for it with his greedy fist. His mouth was watering. His tongue had a mind of its own; it lapped at Cesar's dripping knob, swirling around it... Now his lips were there too, to seal in the seeping slipping fluid, slurping.

That taste! Jake's hunger doubled as the clean, smooth salt awakened his entire mouth. His tongue wanted to press, to be pressed. He needed his mouth filled, he needed his lips stretched. He leaned, in pushing his face down, pushing the cock deep inside the cunt of his face. He felt the gagging. It was an aphrodisiac. He drove through it, driving the shaft into his throat. He swallowed.

Cesar watched, half amused, half amazed, until he felt his boss swallow and his big fucking cock was all the way in. No mere watching now. As if a key had turned to ignite a massive motor, Cesar started to fuck.

This fucking cocksucker wanted it. Wanted to be fucked. And Cesar was the man to do it. To fuck the fucker's face with his huge fucking cock and fuck it until his fucking balls were emptied into the fucker's fucking throat.

Cesar was loving it! Gripping Jake's head with both hands, he pounded it with glorious abandon. Jake's mind went away; it floated up, high above the scene, as his body surrendered to the bigger man's virility. His body was no longer his own; it belong to the cock inside him and to the man who was recklessly plundering him with it.

Jake's hand reached for his own straining cock. He grasped the shaft and felt it instantly swell and jerk. He felt it through the haze and the distance. His balls contracted. His brain exploded. His cum erupted and his mind and body collapsed back together, only to be blown apart again as he convulsed on the cock pistoning in and out of his throat.

Cesar froze, his cock balls-deep, Jake's face buried in his abdomen. He was close, so close. But he had other plans.

He eased his girthy gristle back, out of his sucker's face, withdrawing it slowly, while observing the passive compliance of the man whose face he held in his hands. He watched as Jake's eyes slowly refocused and stared up at him. That was hunger in his eyes; Cesar could read it. He felt Jake's need; he felt the suction. Jake didn't want to let go.

But Cesar was master of the moment. He pulled against the vacuum of Jake's need and freed his cock with a pop and a whimper, the cry of a hungry cum junkie.

"Don't worry, little buddy," Cesar said without sounding condescending, not really. "I'm gonna give you my load."

Jake just kind of sat there gaping. He licked his lips. He wiped the drool off his chin. He stared at the mass of cum oozing down Cesar's pantleg. He felt no post-euphoric regret at all, only disappointment. He wanted to make Cesar cum. Cesar deserved to cum.

Cesar offered his hand and pulled Jake to his feet. Jake let him turn him and manipulate him into position, bent over the desk. He had an inkling of what Cesar had in store for him. Whatever modicum of fear he felt only heightened the anticipation and was nothing compared to the insistent need to obey and to satisfy the man.

Cesar scooped up a glob of Jake's cum with his fingers and slid it into the crack of Jake's ass. Jake shivered involuntarily at the sudden sensation and instinctively spaced his feet farther apart. He flexed his hips to tip his ass up and out to give Cesar access to his virgin hole.

Cesar gathered more of the slippery slime and rubbed it into the loosening knot of Jake's pucker, eliciting a moan as the little manhole softened enough for a rough digit to indent it, slowly working its way in, pushing some of the semen along to grease the way.

Jake moaned like a slut when he felt his hole being stretched by two and then three thick fingers. The sensitive ring of his sphincter tingled erotically. The rough skin of manly digits scraped and sawed into him, deepening his passive compliance and building it to willing submission.

By the time Cesar pressed the blunt end of his girthy tool to the pulsing orifice, Jake was more than willing. In eager anticipation, he pushed his ass back, longing to feel that cock inside him. He needed to be filled and to grant it free reign to take its pleasure inside him.

Cesar worked it in. He took his time. This wasn't his first ass, though it was the first man-ass. It seemed much the same; if anything, Jake seemed more eager than either of the women.

Easy does it: press it in, let it slip back a bit, pause, push forward again. It was slow, but it was methodical. And it felt amazing! So tight! Hot and tight. A silky smooth constriction, constantly, seamlessly squeezing his iron shaft.

Jake was prepared to take the pain of an unnatural invasion. He was surprised by the pleasure. Intense, to be sure, but Cesar was masterfully walking the fine line between pain and pleasure, making it easy for Jake to let go. His arousal doubled with each and every inch he surrendered to Cesar's advancing cock.

Cesar rested a moment when he achieved maximum penetration. He heard Jake sigh, a silent moan. He flexed his powerful cock. Jake moaned aloud. He pulled his girthy cock halfway out, slowly, and then shoved it back to the hilt with intent.

"Yesss!" Jake hissed, exhaling his bated breath.

"You like that?" Cesar said softly, bending over Jake's back as he pulled nearly all the way out.

Then he shoved his cock back in, balls-deep, to begin a rhythmic reciprocating cadence.

"Yes!" Jake found his voice to answer. The long strokes of Cesar's thick shaft tantalized his clutching sphincter. Synced with the accelerating cycles of satisfying fullness and needy emptiness, the combined sensations reawakened his horny hunger. Jake's cock was hard again.

"F-f-ffuck me!" Jake's request was moot; Cesar was already fucking him like a pro.

Cesar came with a roar. Jake felt the throbbing pulses of spurting cum that washed the walls of his bowels. His cock was leaking again, making a little puddle on his desk.

When they had caught their breath, Jake cleaned Cesar's cock with his eager cocksucker's mouth. The implications were clear. The realignment of their relationship was complete.

In the morning, Jake told Bob he wanted to step down and give the leader role to Cesar. He said he didn't like the paperwork, and Cesar needed the extra pay more than he did. He didn't care what Bob thought.

It was Cesar's team now. They performed so well that Cesar was eventually promoted to Store Manager. If there were rumors among the staff about Jake and Cesar, neither of them gave the slightest fuck.